Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several more days had passed.
The World Government forces were in full swing, aggressively suppressing any news related to the events of God Valley.
However, to their frustration, this time was different from before.
The incident at God Valley could not be contained, and it only seemed to escalate further.
In just a few short days, news of the Navy and World Government forces suffering a crushing defeat at God Valley, the burning of fifteen Celestial Dragons as sacrificial offerings, the death of Rocks, and the disbandment of the Rocks Pirates spread like wildfire to every corner of the world.
Especially the name "Bob"—no matter how hard the World Government tried, they couldn't suppress it. It had already caused a massive uproar worldwide.
For eight hundred years, the might and terror of the Navy and the World Government had been deeply ingrained in everyone minds. The inviolable, sacred image of the Celestial Dragons was equally entrenched.
Yet now, it was being reported that Bob, a commander of the Rocks Pirates, had burned the Celestial Dragons of Mary Geoise alive during the battle at God Valley, right in front of the World Government strongest force.
Moreover, he had single-handedly driven the World Government to a humiliating defeat.
For everyone in the world, this was nothing short of earth-shattering news.
In many regions, where people had long suffered under the oppressive rule of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, small resistance groups began to emerge.
Despite the World Government attempts to forcefully suppress them with military might, these organizations sprouted up like bamboo shoots after rain, appearing everywhere across the globe.
No matter how decisively the World Government acted to eliminate them, they couldn't stop the movement, and the backlash only grew more severe.
In some places, Bob name was even revered as a spiritual leader of the resistance against the World Government.
Originally, under the World Government suppression, they had assumed his name would gradually fade from the world.
But instead, it spread like a spark, igniting a fire across the globe.
*****
On some Island, in a pirate bar, a group of burly, fearsome-looking men were eating meat, drinking, clinking glasses, and shouting boisterously, making the entire bar quite noisy.
Yet, amidst the lively atmosphere, one table stood out for its unusual quietness.
Around it sat four people—three of them in a row, their bare chests adorned with the same skull mark, clearly members of the same pirate crew.
Across from them sat a burly middle-aged man wearing a black leather hat, his arm wrapped in bandages.
"Are you really from the Rocks Pirates?" the three men whispered, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Why would I lie to you? Look at these wounds—they're from the battle at God Valley!" the middle-aged man replied with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
As he spoke, he casually undid his collar with his bandaged arm, revealing the skull mark of the Rocks Pirates.
"Holy shit! You really are a member of the Rocks Pirates!"
"Boss, we were blind not to recognize you!"
The moment the three men saw the skull mark, they knew he wasn't lying.
Although they had never seen the Rocks Pirates in person, every pirate knew that mark. After the Battle of God Valley, pirates now regard the crew of Rocks as their role models.
After all, being able to directly inflict heavy damage on the World Government is an achievement that other pirates wouldn't even dare to dream of.
"Big boss, big boss, could you tell us the details of the Battle of God Valley? We've admired you for so long, and today we'd love to broaden our horizons!"
Although the outcome of the Battle of God Valley has already spread like wildfire across the world, it's all been through secondhand accounts, and many details have been lost.
Now that they've finally encountered a real member of the Rocks crew, how could these three pirates let this opportunity slip away? Their curiosity was itching like a cat scratching at their hearts.
Hearing their words, the burly middle-aged man glanced at them sideways, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.
His arrogant expression seemed to say, "Are you even worthy of being pirates? A bunch of country bumpkins!" Slowly, he extended a finger and waved it in front of the three.
Seeing this, the three immediately understood his meaning.
One of them chuckled and said, "A hundred berries?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, waved his finger again, and said softly.
"A thousand berries!"
Hearing this, the three pirates' faces stiffened.
They were just small-time pirates, and a thousand berries was no small sum for them.
However, their curiosity about the battle and their desire for firsthand information pushed them forward. After exchanging glances, they nodded firmly.
"Deal!!"
After collecting the money, the middle-aged man cleared his throat and began to recount the events of God Valley in detail.
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft in the noisy bar. But when he got to the exciting parts, his tone unconsciously rose.
Some of the pirates drinking nearby faintly heard names like "Bob" and "Rocks" from the man mouth. Their faces lit up with gossipy excitement, and they quickly gathered around.
Upon learning that this man was a crew member of the Rocks Pirates, it wasn't long before everyone in the bar had crowded around him.
Seeing the entire bar gathered around, the man stopped holding back and simply stood on a table. His expression was animated, and his words flew out with fervor.
The listeners below were extremely excited, their eyes shining with growing admiration.
"In the Battle of God Valley, our Rocks Pirates were fearless and unstoppable. Facing the lackeys of the World Government, we cut through them like chopping vegetables!"
"Just me alone—I took down dozens of the World Government's elite soldiers, if not more!"
"Not to mention our captain, Rocks, and our commander, Bob. He—"
"Our captain death was all because of that traitor among pirates, the Roger Pirates!"
At this point, the man voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes stared blankly ahead.
The crowd, who had been listening intently to the thrilling part, were left with expressions of frustration, as if they'd just been interrupted at the most exciting moment.
Everyone looked up at the man's expression, their brows furrowed, and followed his gaze toward the entrance.
Standing at the door of the bar were two men.
One wore a deep red hat, a gold-and-red robe, and a white scarf, with wild whiskers growing beneath his nose.
A Western-style sword hung at his waist.
The other person had golden hair, wore round-framed glasses, and was draped in a seemingly tattered white robe.
It was Roger and Rayleigh!
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